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Doc will stab you if you even breathe a hint that he trades in any emotion besides anger. Texas is no place for the weak and weary. Besides, everyone’s got some evil dogging him; the war, mostly, but there are horrors in farming, seafaring, and factories too – enough to haunt every derelict in Bakerstown.
Doc’s a true friend. So when I see him swim out of a nightmare, clench-hands trying to climb out of a pile of amputated soldier limbs only he sees, whimpering like a whipped pup, I pretend I’m asleep. I know how to be a friend, too.